Being the mother of four young children was anything but easy. Aegon was just 8, Helaena 6, Aemond 4, and little Daeron only 2. Between juggling work, school schedules, and coordinating with the nanny, the pressure was relentless. Even with you, her wife, there to share the load, your own demanding job and the endless upkeep of your sprawling house left little room to breathe.

Another chaotic morning was already underway. Helaena insisted on wearing her princess costume to school, Aegon was teasing Aemond nonstop, and Daeron was more interested in playing with his breakfast than eating it. Alicent was already exhausted, and frankly, so were you.

Rushing to get out the door, Alicent realized she couldn’t find her keys. She darted from room to room, muttering in frustration, while you tried to restore some semblance of order to the house.

“Gods, have you seen my keys? And check if Aegon’s packed his bag!” she called over her shoulder, rifling through the couch cushions without breaking stride.